It is Written

I enter the room, sheets changed on the bed where you quietly won my heart and body one more time last night.

You stare out the window, computer showing a clean page. A fountain pen and pencil sit on a yellow pad covered with hieroglyphic scribbles.

And I know you are thinking of her. I am, too.

She has captured your imagination as so many have before. And she will haunt your every waking moment until the story is written.

I bring a glass of cold, sweet tea and place it close. I leave a kiss on your shoulder and walk away.

She will remain for a season consuming your thoughts. But then the story will be written, the courtship will be over, and you will return.

Your heart beats for that phantom today. But I have forever.

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